Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

"Otherwise, who do you think I am?" Chai Shi was very happy with flattery.

This new chess piece comes from the deputy leader of the Skinners, so it is normal for him to be worried.

It can be seen from the fact that he brought so many people to this rally.

——He didn't make any preparations in advance. He just regarded it as a routine. He couldn't predict the changes that happened today, so he was at a loss for a while.

His own power was not with him.

No matter who it was, they would feel uneasy.

Chai Shi doesn’t hate it.

Because of this, he could gain the other party's trust and dependence so easily - at this time, the olive branch he extended had become the other party's life-saving straw.

He could only hug his thighs tightly.

Only in this sudden torrent can we survive.

In the opponent's field of vision, he himself was safe at the scene, but the station could usher in a counterattack by the Hound Gang at any time.

"That person...of course took into account the circumstances you mentioned." Chai Shi continued to comfort him, but there was a hint of haze in his eyes, "At this moment, he should have already taken action."

He thought of Yamoudou.

I have to admit that I have felt how terrifying he is - this is not due to his strength, but due to his arrangements and energy.

Being an outsider, meddling in the swamp.

In a short period of time, not only did the newcomers surpass the influence of Madam's years of management, but it also suppressed the established overlords like the Hound Gang.

In this regard, I am not as good as him.

What's even more frightening is that everyone in the aristocratic circle knows that Yamudu is nominally an attendant and follows the president to participate in all major occasions. In fact, this may not be a kind of teaching by words and deeds.

This is what Yamudou showed.

In fact, it is the shadow of Long En.

Just a shadow made Chai Shi feel terrible... It was hard to imagine what it would be like if one day he actually faced that president.

Chai Shi felt it for the first time.

He is just an ordinary nobleman, which is really great.

Because dealing with Long En is something that only the big lords like Madam have the opportunity to consider... Let them have the headache.

"So that's it..." the leader of the Skinners thought thoughtfully, "But, but, if the person you are talking about doesn't know about my relationship with you and accidentally hurts my brother... then what should I do!"

The hooded guard was stunned.

You...what you said seems to make sense.

The matter of subduing the Skinner was essentially an unplanned thought, and he also wanted to hide it from Yamudou.

He didn't want anyone else to interfere.

Chai Shi thought for a moment and summoned one of his warriors: "Take my orders and family crest and go to the Skinner's camp. If any of your own people come to you, tell them that the trouble has been solved and tell them not to meddle in their own business. "

"What if... they must enter?" The warrior bowed and asked.

"First show your kindness," Chai Shi said with a cold face, "and then refuse."

Solving the Skinned Man is the task that I have planned. This task is even relatively speaking the most difficult one outside the main line... Just say that you haven't solved it yet, right?

For both public and private matters, this is the best way to deal with it.

However, this was just in case.

Chai Shi estimated that the more likely possibility was that the leader of the Skinners he had newly acquired was overthinking it - from this point, his indecision could also be seen.

Also, if not.

How could that big fang with hidden evil intentions choose to support him to take over and replace the previous deputy leader.

Precisely because of the convenience of puppets.

In the same way, I am also happy to receive this gift.

If this leader is really a powerful and powerful leader, then the first priority is to get rid of him, rather than trying to cooperate or even control.

Just like whether it is Madame or Yamoudou,

When he inserted his hand into the swamp, he didn't even think about using the knife from Da Gelin. It was a waste of effort.

"By the way, let my people go with them and pass back the news here." The leader of the Skinners grabbed one of his men, "Otherwise, my brothers won't know what happened and won't believe your words."

Chai Shi nodded, as it should be.

Now, with the Iron Dome as the center, the entire inner ring of Shark Village has been sealed off. Except for people from the United City and the Black Converters, other forces are not allowed to enter and exit at will, and no personnel information can be transmitted.

And those who want to be skinned will surrender.

In addition to having to explain to Yamudu, their leader also needs to speak.

"Ah Quan, do you understand?" Lu Meng stared into the eyes of the gang.

The young man who was leaving nodded heavily.

After completing the task, Chai Shi also relaxed.

He didn't care what the mud-legged people were doing. He took off his heavy chain hood and hung it behind his back. Facing the drizzle that was gradually falling all over the sky, he took a deep breath of air.

Among them, mixed with the heat and humidity of the swamp.

And a faint smell of blood.

Different from the harmony here, on the other side, the fighting between the hound gang and the black converters has begun.

When the Union City soldiers took action, the long-charged harpoon cannon on the Iron Dome fired its first arrow, only to be chopped off by Xi Dong.

He has good strength and excellent samurai armor.

A ballista of this magnitude could no longer hurt him.

However, this is still a signal to start war.

The black and yellow tides collided together instantly.

Another samurai officer, Kos, took the weapon handed over by the soldier. It turned out to be a long-handled naginata, about ten feet long. Although it was not heavy, looking at the sharp blade, it must have been made by a famous master.

After dancing, the tiger and the tiger become windy.

Everywhere he goes, a huge arc can be drawn.

He stood in the open space in the center of the circle, like the Ming King who could not be offended. No matter whether he was an enemy or a friend, he did not dare to approach and could only retreat.

"Ils, are you crazy!" The big black eyebrow standing in the formation shouted from a distance towards the man under the iron dome.

He doesn't understand.

At present, the power of the Black Converters camp far exceeds that of the Hound Gang.

He has regular soldiers from the United City, plus two legion-level samurai chiefs to help him. With such strength, only the Hound Gang in the past - the swamp with the Black Switchers, the Stone Rats, the Double Blades... as allies Only the overlord can be confident of victory.

But at this moment, the Hound Gang betrayed their relatives and separated.

Their big leader, that monster is not here yet.

Why did Iles still choose to fight to the end? On the battlefield of frontal fighting, the Hound Gang was at a one-sided disadvantage. They were retreating steadily. Soon they would be forced into the Iron Dome and defend it.

This is indeed troublesome.

However, they can't win this way.

From time to time, members of the hound gang were chopped to the ground, their yellow clothes stained with blood. Many of their corpses were slanted and rolled into the deep pool at their feet - the entire elevated platform made of steel, although wide, But there is no place for them.

In the lake, blood spread, but not many black fish came out to eat.

Or maybe even they were shocked by this tragic situation.

Under the iron dome, Iles maintained his posture as a commander, still overlooking the entire battlefield.

Through the charging crowd, he met the sight of Big Black Eyebrow. The bee-man's eyes were full of surprise, but Iles was unusually calm.

"If you really have the guts, the Hounds can make concessions to the Black Switches," the man said. "The swamp can be yours."

"But... if United City wants it, it's absolutely impossible."

The sound was actually not loud on the elevated platform filled with fighting.

But it seemed to reach everyone's ears.

The two warrior officers looked at each other, smiled helplessly, knowing that things could not get better, and strode forward like gods of war.